Post by cristal on Oct 29, 2011 22:54:42 GMT -5
Wade lowered his gun as Bunny walked back towards them, though he didn't put it away, he held it almost as if he'd forgotten he still had it out.
[Now that's what I'm talkin' about!]
[Kids say the darnedest things.]
”That's great kiddo! You're a natural. I mean sure, it wasn't exactly what I told you to say, but it showed imagination. And I'll forgive the fact that you left out all the flavor words, after all, if you ever read my 90's run, all that ever came outta my mouth was crap like 'Rassum Frassum, and #@*%$. I mean what's the deal with #@*%$? How would you even pronounce that?”
Deapool smiled smugly at the opinionated man.. ”There, how'dya like them apples yah putz!”
As Bunny turned her mooching to Mich, Wade finally lowered his mask, which had still been pulled up over his nose, all the way down, and turned to look at the ice cream vendor with narrowed eyes. The old man seemed to have recovered somewhat after the little girls threats, though a hint of confusion seemed to linger on his face. He was no doubt wondering why they would go through the trouble to intimidate him for an ice cream cone they intended to pay for to begin with.
Wade chuckled. That man's day was about to get so much worse.
”You see buddy,” He continued to stare at the ice cream man as he addressed Mich again. ”every kid has to learn a useful trade in life, and I think this little cherub would make a great mercenary. After all, if she didn't have a proper job, you never know, she could grow up to be a lowlife who never pays back gambling debts, and I'm sure you wouldn't want that. Take our ice cream-scooping pal Jerry here for example.”
The man running the stand became very still, and looked intently in their direction as Wade said his name, sweat began to dot his forehead as he seemed to finally realize what the red and black clad man had been prattling on about.
”Jerry here owes a rather large sum of money to some pretty nasty people. People who hire nasty mercs to send a message that Jerry's time is running out. And I know, what with your butting in about how I'm teaching little Clover here life lessons, that you care about kids, so I'm sure you appreciate how I'm showing her priceless job skills.”
Deadpool still stood quite nonchalantly, gun griped loosely at his side, still ignored, and a grin in his narrowed eyes. However the ice cream man seemed super aware of him, and the gun he held, as sweat now dripped off the tip of his nose.
[Man, this job started out as a typical, boring shake down in the park, and wound up to be pretty interesting. Who knew?]
[Now that's what I'm talkin' about!]
[Kids say the darnedest things.]
”That's great kiddo! You're a natural. I mean sure, it wasn't exactly what I told you to say, but it showed imagination. And I'll forgive the fact that you left out all the flavor words, after all, if you ever read my 90's run, all that ever came outta my mouth was crap like 'Rassum Frassum, and #@*%$. I mean what's the deal with #@*%$? How would you even pronounce that?”
Deapool smiled smugly at the opinionated man.. ”There, how'dya like them apples yah putz!”
As Bunny turned her mooching to Mich, Wade finally lowered his mask, which had still been pulled up over his nose, all the way down, and turned to look at the ice cream vendor with narrowed eyes. The old man seemed to have recovered somewhat after the little girls threats, though a hint of confusion seemed to linger on his face. He was no doubt wondering why they would go through the trouble to intimidate him for an ice cream cone they intended to pay for to begin with.
Wade chuckled. That man's day was about to get so much worse.
”You see buddy,” He continued to stare at the ice cream man as he addressed Mich again. ”every kid has to learn a useful trade in life, and I think this little cherub would make a great mercenary. After all, if she didn't have a proper job, you never know, she could grow up to be a lowlife who never pays back gambling debts, and I'm sure you wouldn't want that. Take our ice cream-scooping pal Jerry here for example.”
The man running the stand became very still, and looked intently in their direction as Wade said his name, sweat began to dot his forehead as he seemed to finally realize what the red and black clad man had been prattling on about.
”Jerry here owes a rather large sum of money to some pretty nasty people. People who hire nasty mercs to send a message that Jerry's time is running out. And I know, what with your butting in about how I'm teaching little Clover here life lessons, that you care about kids, so I'm sure you appreciate how I'm showing her priceless job skills.”
Deadpool still stood quite nonchalantly, gun griped loosely at his side, still ignored, and a grin in his narrowed eyes. However the ice cream man seemed super aware of him, and the gun he held, as sweat now dripped off the tip of his nose.
[Man, this job started out as a typical, boring shake down in the park, and wound up to be pretty interesting. Who knew?]
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